Bray arrived back at the house as soon as possible. If the omega really did have his sister, there was no telling what he might do to her. He opened the door to his house, calling out for him.

"Omega! Where are you? Come out this instant!"

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a music box playing somewhere in the house. He followed to where the music was coming from. In the lounge room, sitting a rocking chair, tied up, was his sister. She was unconcious and the side of her head was bleeding.

"Abigail!" He was about to go and untie her, but Dean was behind him. He hit him over the back of the head, and Bray was knocked out.

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Seth and Roman had made it back to the old village. Roman handed Seth a pistol, that way so he could defend himself, in case any of the Wyatts noticed him.

"You stay here. I'm going to back to the house, and see if Dean's there."

"If you're not back in time I'm calling the police. Be careful out there, Roman. And please, find Dean."

"I'll try to."

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"Wake up, Bray!"

Ice cold water was dumped onto him, waking him up instantly. Once he was fully awake, he realized that he couldn't move, for he was tied up. There was also a burning pain in his rear end. He felt something cold, and hard inside of him.

"W-what...the fuck did you put in me?"

"I found a rifle in your home. Decided to put it to good use. Unlike your pistol, this baby is loaded."

"Shit..."

"I'm going to dump my load inside of you...does that sound good, Bray? Do you want me to?"

"Where is Abigail?! What did you do to her?"

Dean leaned down, whispering into his ear. "She's right here, so calm down. Before I kill you Bray, you're going to watch her die."

He soon left the room, so he could go get Abigail. She was still tied up in the rocking chair. He brought it to the room that Bray was in, setting it in front of him.

"Don't you dare hurt her!" Bray yelled out.

"You both deserve to suffer for what you did to me. You've gone too far. You hurt me, hurt my friends, family, and killed my pups."

"The police will arrest you, when they find out that you killed us!"

Dean ignored him, as he took out some rope. He tied it around Abigail's wrist, and then came back over to Bray, tying it around the trigger.

"Her squirming around, dying, will set off the trigger, killing you Bray." He shoved the rifle further up into him, making him scream.

"You, and your family will burn in Hell for what you done. I've never killed or hurt anyone in my whole life before. I've never wanted to do this, but you left me no choice."

"Your alpha won't love you anymore after he finds out what you've done! He precious little omega is now dirty with sin."

Dean just stared back at him with a cold expression on his face. "Maybe I'm better off alone anyway...maybe I was never meant for love...Maybe I deserve to burn too."

He grabbed a can of gasoline, dumping all of it onto Abigail, some of it dripping onto the floor. He pulled out a box of matches from his pocket, lighting one up, and putting it near Abigail.

Her body was soon engulfed in flames. She struggled, writhing in pain and agony, he could hear her screaming behind the tape placed over her mouth. He heard a gunshot, and he knew that Bray was dead now.

He fell to his knees, letting out a loud cry. It was done. It was over now. And now the flames around him would soon burn away the sins, the crimes that had been done here.

He was so lost in his misery, and pain, that he didn't hear the loud crash of a door being broken down.

"Dean! Get up!"

He was soon pulled up, and felt someone tugging on his arm.

"Come on, lets get you out of here!" He saw Roman's face, with his hand over his mouth.

"Leave me, Roman...just let me die here."

"No, I worked so hard to save you, and I'm not going to let you die on me now. Snap out of it, Dean!"

The alpha dragged him out of the house, and outside. He pulled him into his arms once they were further away from the burning house.

"You had me so worried...Don't ever do that again, please." Roman cried, as he held him.

"You...you should hate me, Roman...I'm a killer...I'm no better than what they are."

"No! You did all of this as an act of revenge. Not for pleasure. Don't you ever compare yourself to them."

Dean pulled out of his embrace.

"You don't understand. Roman...I'm not the same person, omega who you knew when we were younger...Their blood is on my hands now...I'll always be haunted forever by what was done to me. By what I did."

"It'll get better in time. You mustn't let it consume you. I'll always love you, no matter what. You are my everything, Dean." He gave him a gentle kiss. "I promise, I'll make it all better. I'm never leaving your side."

Dean smiled up at him. He truly believed his words. "Take me home, Roman."

"I am. And I'm going to make you feel so special. I'm going to make love to you once we're back."

He picked him up, about to carry him back to where Seth was. But soon, a gunshot rang out through the air. The bullet hit him in the side of his adomen, making him fall.

"Roman! No!" Dean cried out. His alpha had been hurt. He put his hand over the wound, so he could try to stop the bleeding. He looked up, seeing a familiar face standing nearby.

"No...You...You shouldn't be here..."

The other man smirked. "Hello, Dean. It is good to see you again."

Dean could only hope that help would come soon, or else he would be taken away again, and worse. Roman would die.